re_alignment_logs | (no subject)

WHO: Vector Prime and YOU!
WHERE: Solus Prime's medbay!
WHEN During the week; timing can be flexed.
WHAT: COME VISIT VECTOR IN THE MEDBAY. He is an unhappy (not-so-)little spacejet recovering from his fight against Ramjet!

Somewhere between indignant and chagrined regarding his loss against Ramjet, Vector Prime had not taken the enforced rest lightly. True, he had been in no condition to move until lately, but ever since the initial pull out of consciousness to ensure that his processor was, in fact, fully functional...

Perhaps if it wasn't, he wouldn't have to bear the disapproval of his kin so harshly. It had been made clear to him - rightly so - that by going against Prima's decree to wait, he had made a grave error. Made clear in more ways than one, but...!

But nothing.

He took to Solus' continued ministrations under mute protest, impatient to return to his duty and to at least try to regain some standing among his peers. As well as among the other residents of the Haven. But until now, he was all but confined to this medbay, and he itched for some room to spread his wings. Metaphorically or not.

Perhaps this, too, was a form of penance for his error, but it was hardly a useful one.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Blurr, at leasts, he recognizes. and is somewhat used to coming and going in a - well, a blur - but he is /not/ used to seeing him in what appears to be...pain?]

Blurr. You are injured?

[he shifts in to a kneel, wincing only slightly at his own injuries. but- they'll heal, at this point. there's only so much more a medic can do.]

Oh no no..just tired sir that's all. Do not worry about me. [He's more concerned about the other mech's health. He was so close to offline when they found him.]

You shouldn't move, do you require anything?

You sound like Solus. [there's dry humor there, but it's accompanied by a flick of his optics up towards the door - good, she doesn't seem to be within audial range. still.

he shakes his helm] Only rest, I suppose.

I do? Why that sir?[He can't imagine the FirstForget be anything but always aware of their limits.]

Then it's good that things seems to have calmed down.

She is very much the same in suggesting I...take things slowly. And easily. Though perhaps not as much offering to assist. [a moment of pause, and then he continues a little thoughtfully;] She, too, can be...stalwart in her own way. [read; ignoring of her own injuries.] Though I do admire her for that.

[and at that...he nods, perhaps a bit ruefully]

I am...pleased that it is over, for now.

It sounds like she worries about your well being a lot...[Blurr smiles but his expression is a mix of shyness and sheepishness. Seems like he and Solus share a few traits indeed, specially the 'ignoring their ow injuries' thing.]

'For now' is better than anything sir. You did all you could do, it's admirable.

She does.

[but if Blurr's other words were meant to be comforting...he exvents.]

And yet, not tnough.

[There was an attempt, yeah.]

You tried, it's more than most did sir. And we all learn from our failures. [Blurr looks down, discretely avoiding Vector's eyes for the time being. He often wishes he was stronger too, so he could protect others better. When he looks up, there's another small smile on his face]

Do you want me to get you anything? Some energon, maybe?

Hn. [at least there is that. he nods, once. he's certainly learned a few things...]

...I would not say no.

Alrightsirgivemeamoment. [Or a few minutes, if you don't mind. He's still hurting all over. But in a bit he's back with a (pretty huge) cube of energon.]

[Vector looks...somewhere between amused and bemused as Blurr returns. mainly, at the sight of the energon. apparently, there's something about it...

but he takes it after a moment, politely]

Thank you, Blurr.

You are _welcome sir. [He notices the expression.] It's something wrong? Did I mess up?

It will do, Blurr. It is a simple grade for my systems, but it will do. [see? he's taking a sip from it, too. no hesitation, at least.]

Oh. [The whole exchange still makes Blurr a bit flustered. He didn't even think about the grade.

Back on Earth he had to get used to drink oil, energon wasn't always available. He was not picky and never give much thought to what he got as food, as long as he got something.]

[Vector chuckles softly - more trying to put Blurr at ease, really. it's not his fault he's ignorant of the specific grade the Firstforged need for their systems.]

Please. It is fine.

Alrighthtensir. [Blurr fidgets a bit.] I should stop bothering you, you still need rest.

You aren't bothering me, Blurr. Not at all.

Perhaps you could tell me of how things fare, outside of these walls...?

If_{you are sure.} [He's going to lean against the berth, hope you don't mind Vector.]

Everyone is dealing with the glyhpless as well as their can. Sometimes fighting them, sometimes helping them to...ah..end their madness. [That sounds better than saying they are killing them.] And your sister is pissed, sir.

[not at all. at least, if the way he's paying attention to Blurr is any sign. at this moment, he's a leader receiving a report; it goes without saying that Blurr has his complete processing power]

It would be best to end those beasts quickly. [the words are harsh, but-is that a bit of pity, there?] Solus being...'pissed'...is no surprise, especially if they are troubling her directly...

[Blurr can understand and while he hoped they could find a way to fix the glyphless he knows some things can't be helped.]

Oh yes that too but I meant that she's ...pissed at you. Something about always doing this sort of htings and getting hurt.